Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.